Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 512 Murdering Cohen is still too difficult
Since Harry and his friends were browsing around with great interest, Rose decided to help them buy the textbooks they needed for the new term, while Mrs. Weasley accompanied them shopping.

But Cohen felt that Mrs. Weasley just wanted to prevent Ginny from buying certain things she shouldn't.

"Why don't I see our edible Black Devil mark and constipation kernel—"

Fred and George were talking to Arnold about something, while Cohen pretended to be a Dementor to scare Arnold's child.

Unfortunately, the child wasn't afraid of Cohen at all.

“My wife and kids are still in the shop,” Arnold said. “Listen to this, ‘Why worry about the Mysterious Man? You should worry about Constipation Man—the feeling of constipation torments the nation.’ I’ll have to send several Aurors here to guard against this kind of propaganda, in case the Mysterious Man gets angry and sends someone to murder us…”

“We can come to the store next year, and then we’ll sell things so that people won’t be so afraid of Mystic—what was that line Dumbledore said again?” George said.

“‘Always use the correct name for things; fear of a name will reinforce fear of the thing itself,’” Fred said. “But it’s definitely not realistic to just put up the mystery man’s name directly, otherwise no one would dare to come to the store, so we need to proceed step by step…”

"You actually remember what Dumbledore said?" Cohen was somewhat surprised.

“The principal has always been our guiding light,” George said, raising an eyebrow. “Next time, we’ll bring the anti-curse hats and cloaks we researched over the summer. Arnold helped us a lot.”

“Because this really has potential,” Arnold said. “You don’t know—there’s a good half of the department who can’t even cast the Iron Mantra properly anymore. Edward’s special training only had a tiny bit of an effect because those slackers never even attend his parties.”

“It would be strange to hear one thug call everyone else a thug,” Cohen said.

“I’m not a slacker,” Arnold retorted. “My working hours are significantly longer than everyone else’s—”

"Is there any progress on the crucible smuggling case from 1876?" Cohen asked.

"Ah, did you hear that? A customer has encountered a problem—I'll go take a look..." As if his true nature of taking old newspapers to work and pretending to investigate while actually slacking off had been exposed, Arnold quickly made up an excuse and slipped into the rows of shelves.

“We love Mr. Pisgood’s dramatic flair,” Fred said, crossing his arms and nodding.

"And that sense of contrast between maturity and childlike innocence." George's movements were exactly the same as Fred's.

“And his courage to leave the child in the care of a Dementor,” Cohen said.

"Coo coo coo coo—"

Little Pod called out to Cohen from inside the stroller, wanting Cohen to pick him up from the stroller.

"And this audacity was passed down to his son," Cohen sighed.
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While strolling around the store, Cohen saw a familiar face through the window.

Malfoy, who hadn't shown himself much in front of them, hurriedly walked across the street, looking back as he went, appearing flustered.

Not only Cohen saw it, but Harry, who was picking out owl smoke bombs on the other side, also happened to see it.

“What do you think he’s trying to do?” Harry asked, leaning closer to Cohen. “We saw his father at the Ministry of Magic last term…”

"That means Voldemort must have recruited him too," Cohen said. "He probably wanted to murder someone."

But what does Voldemort want to do now?

Continue sending Malfoy to murder Dumbledore?

Or should he send Malfoy to murder him?

Either of these things was too difficult for a student, especially the latter. Perhaps it was punishment for Lucius being the first deserter in the war against the Ministry of Magic.

And Lucius still hasn't come to join Cohen...

“He seems to have gone to Knockturn Alley. Should we follow him and take a look?” Harry said in a low voice. “I brought the Invisibility Cloak.”

Cohen waved his hand.

“If I were to sneak away under Rose’s nose again, I’d be facing something far more serious than Voldemort’s murder plot,” Cohen said. “But I have my ways…”

Then Cohen found Tonks, who was leaning against the wall by the door whistling, dutifully fulfilling her duties for the day.

After telling Tonks that he wanted to sleep in the car for a while, Cohen successfully got his chance—now he could have an excuse to secretly go out and spy on others using his soul.

After leaving his body in the car, Cohen floated out and headed straight for the direction of the overturned alley.

If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to spot the furtive Malfoy at Bogin-Bock's shop.

Sure enough, in those shop windows filled with skulls and old bottles, Cohen saw that pale blond hair.

"Are the things I asked for ready?" Malfoy asked anxiously to the hunched-over Mr. Borgin.

“Ready.” Mr. Borgin didn’t readily hand over the items, but paused, then asked, “I know what these things are for—who do you intend to use them on?”

“This is none of your business,” Malfoy said impatiently. “Hurry up and get it out.”

“Given the current situation…” Mr. Bogin said in a drawn-out, greasy voice, “the ministry has inspected this place many times already. If they find that these were sold from me…”

"You're not going to sell?" Malfoy said gloomily, then bared his arm toward Borgin. "You know the consequences of refusing—you can't refuse, even if it's for the Minister of Magic's son."

Malfoy had a black skull branded on his arm, with a snake emerging from the skull's mouth and twitching slightly along with the veins in his arm, appearing to be alive.

“I can’t say these things will actually be of any use to him.” Borgin took a deep breath after seeing the Dark Mark. “And…”

“You have nothing to do with House Burke anymore,” Malfoy said. “If the Dark Lord gets angry, do you think the two remaining Burke members will protect you?”

After a while.

"Two thousand seven hundred Galleons," Borgin said, his face grim. "I'll go get it from the back."

He went through the back door of the shop and came out a moment later with several dirty little bags.

Cohen could see a dense, solidified magical energy within the package—and it exuded an aura of curse.

It's a bit unrealistic for Malfoy to rely solely on this to commit murder.

Perhaps this was Voldemort's purpose; he wanted to punish the Lucius family with an impossible plan.

After paying, Malfoy carefully left with the package.

Mr. Bokin also closed the shop door, hung up the "Closed" sign, and went into the back door of the shop.

(End of this chapter)